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Monday, 24 February 2014

Valentine's Day in Modena: a thank you letter

I was brought up to be polite; I write thank you letters (as you can see); I always remember to smile and say please; I rarely ignore social rules willfully. So I was a bit disconcerted to discover on our drive back from Heathrow last
week I’d been breaking one of the latest rules in restaurant etiquette: I took
photos of my food (although I didn't ping them out into the ether — until now).
But I don’t care — and frankly, I doubt if the irrepressible and creative chef
Massimo Bottura would care either. In fact, I think he would welcome me sharing
his designs with the world — so here goes.

We first saw Osteria
Francescana featured on the final of Masterchef
— The Professionals; my husband suggested it would be a good place for Valentine’s
Day — and it would have been churlish to argue, so I didn't. These days, our holidays
tend much more to the long weekend than the fortnight in the sun — and when we
lived in Kent, we have been known to pop over to France for lunch. However,
even for us, a day-trip from Devon to Northern Italy seemed excessive, not to
mention impossible with the transport links from the South West in the parlous
state they were at the time. We flew into Bologna, took the bus to Modena (€15
Euros, 45 minutes) and then walked into the city to find our accommodation. Isn't it amazing how much more energy one has at the start of a holiday? When we
returned to Bologna four days later, we took a taxi door to door.

Arriving at Quarto
Piano, the delightful B&B run by Antonio and Alessandro, I discovered
my Italian was not as good as I thought. Expecting to find a whole building containing multiple musical
instruments, we were surprised to be directed instead to the fourth floor of an apartment block!
Luckily there was a tiny elevator (for a few seconds, we had flashbacks to our
visits to Kiev, where our apartment was on the fifth floor — those
suitcase-carrying climbs were so hard). There was however a musical connection as
well; the building used to be owned by Modena’s famous son, Luciano
Pavarotti. We had a beautifully, if idiosyncratically, decorated room in the eaves and there was a tiny lounge for relaxing after a hard day's eating.

Osteria Francescana
is located in a narrow back-street in the semi-pedestrianised part of the city.
Massimo was chatting to two friends outside and greeted us expansively before
knocking on the huge wooden door and ushering us in. With only twelve tables in
total, split across two separate dining rooms, there seemed at times to be more
waiters than diners. They appeared stern and formal initially, but this was
probably because they were concentrating on understanding their customers’
requests — none of which was delivered in Italian. Two or three times during
service, Massimo came out and visited each table, chatting to diners and
ensuring we were all happy (and we were so happy!)

We chose the Sensations Tasting Menu, which promised seasonal
dishes from the restaurant’s experimental kitchen. And that was all the
information we were given on the menu! It was a fascinating experience, not
knowing in advance what would be presented next; trying to guess from the
cutlery — and usually getting it wrong. Some dishes worked better than others:
I loved the crunchy part of lasagna, a
deconstructed dish with crispy pasta garnish, the shrimp ravioli and the frogs' legs, but was not so sure about the abstract of a winter salad which turned out to be a sort of rice pudding
and ham dish (which seems to have lost something in the translation). The beef plate
shown above, fillet cooked sous vide, is a tribute to Jackson Pollock and in a world where most
Michelin-starred chefs pride themselves of every plate being identical, I can
confirm that the accompanying sauces (horseradish, beetroot and basil) were indeed thrown randomly on the plate so
that each was an individual work of art.

If I have one niggle, it's that Osteria Francescana doesn't do desserts as well as some other restaurants we've eaten in, but the pancakes, stuffed with apple and foie gras, were superb. And if we wanted
something sweeter, there was a three-day chocolate exhibition taking place in
Modena’s main square (although it was more than 24 hours before we could find
room to try any of the wares on sale there).

Modena is a quiet little city and in February there isn’t a
lot to see or do. But other lasting
memories of the weekend include visiting Parma and seeing crowds weeping over
the body of 19th century saint Don Bosco, who is currently ‘on tour’; attending
sung Mass in Modena cathedral and realising that fifty years after we started
using the vernacular, I can still remember the words of the Creed in Latin
(maybe I was concentrating at school after all); wandering around the food
market and wondering why we don’t get fruit and vegetables like that at home; and
of course, that chocolate festival.

Thanks for a brilliant weekend go to: Massimo Bottura and the team at Osteria Francescana; to Antonio and Alessandro at QuartoPiano; but most of all to my wonderful husband for making Valentine's Day 2014 so very special.